At this moment in the eighties, hearing this ancient song again gave a sense of being transported through time and space.
Ni Yang hummed along to it as she listened.
Her voice was clear and melodious. When she hummed a tune, it carried an indescribable charm, like a gentle breeze in April, cleansing souls and refreshing minds.
Mo Qishen glanced her way, a faint smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
Even though he had slowed down, they quickly arrived at Jinghua Village.
Ni Yang got out of the car.
Mo Qishen accompanied her to the entrance of the Ni family courtyard.
"Yangyang, remember to be safe when you're alone at home at night. Don't open the door to strangers," he cautioned.
Ni Yang laughed and said, "Isn't Aunt Ni next door? Don't worry, I'll be fine."
Mo Qishen hugged her. His eyes spoke of his reluctance to leave.
Ni Yang returned his hug and said, "Brother Mo, to be honest, I'm quite scared. Why don't you stay and protect me?"
